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ON WAT.
[The name of the object of this fierce epigram might be found, but in gratifying curiosity, some pain would be inflicted.]
Sic a reptile was Wat, Sic a miscreant slave, That the very worms damn’d him When laid in his grave. “In his flesh there’s a famine,” A starv’d reptile cries; “An’ his heart is rank poison,” Another replies.